Chapter Two: Turf War, First Blood
Rick-o was sitting with his feet propped up on an ammo-crate, polishing his pistols, when Johnny burst through the door of the ware-house that was the Chem Brothers base, breathless, Names, the newest member of the gang, right behind.
"Rick-o, we've got a problem," Johnny managed to say between labored breaths. Rick-o just sat there; still polishing his pistols, but a look on his face said go on. "Some new gang stole some of our turf over by the chem.-lake. " With that statement, Rick-o jumped to his feet and grabbed Johnny by the lapels of his trench-coat and hissed, "Who are the bastards?"
Johnny eased his brother's hands off his coat, and said simply, "The bitches are some gang called the Emily Sisters." Rick-o flipped open the ammo-crate he had his feet on and rooted around in the straw padding for a moment before pulling out a web of grenades. Looking back at Johnny, Rick-o had a sinister smile on his face when he said, "Let's pay a visit to the bitches."
Rick-o, Johnny, Names and Krove hurriedly tooled up, stuffing mags, shells and grenades into every available pocket. Even though this visit was just to get 'acquainted' with the Emily Sisters, it never hurt to be prepared. And the bitches were trying to steal their turf.
The four gangers strode boldly down the middle of the street. This was their damn turf after all and no new bitches would take it from them without a fight. Since Division V had been disbanded, the Chem. Brothers had doubled their territory, and with the money and guns they had taken from Division V, they had managed to hire on some new members. Names, the newest member, was originally from the Main Spire, but had a falling out with his family and had been forced to flee down-hive. He had joined the gang to survive. However, since the Chem. Brothers were still regarded as up-starts in this part of the Hive, they still had to fight for everything.
Nearing the chem.-lake area, the polluted waters threw off a sickening green glow, brighter by far then the ancient glow-globes everywhere. Rick-o could see a group of six women re-painting the walls with their own gang-colors. He was getting pissed. He slipped one hand into a pocket in his black trench-coat, (one of the symbols of the gang, by the way) and put his fingers into a set of brass knuckles. He nodded to the other gangers, who silently readied their own weapons. Jumping rival gangers was accepted practice.
He crept up on the nearest Sister, and grabbed her shoulder, spinning her roughly around. As she spun around, he smashed her jaw brutally with his brass knuckles. With a sickening crack, her jaw broke, and she tried to scream, but only high-pitched moans and squeals were issued. Blood poured out of her mouth where the broken end of the jaw-bone pierced her mouth.
Johnny roughly pushed his brother down and lobbed a grenade towards a group of the Sisters, who turned in time to see the stick grenade spinning gracefully towards them, to explode about a meter above them. The stick grenade shredded the three Sisters totally from about the waist up, splattering the walls with gore and blood. It was a grotesque scene and Rick-o vowed to steal more grenades.
The last two Sisters had been stupid enough to prop their weapons up about five meters away from where they were painting. Rick-o thought to himself, I guess they didn't want to get their guns dirty.
Rick-o pulled his pistols out and aimed at the girls, taunting at them as they eyed their auto-guns, "The Emperors justice doesn't work that fast, ladies. Now, just take a step back from those auto-guns, and I won't have to kill you, 'kay?" The Sisters eyed each other, and then slowly backed away from their guns. Rick-o smiled, and said, "Oh, sorry, I lied," and fired his pistols, putting a round through each of the Sisters heads.
The ganger turned back to the only women left alive there. She was curled up and mewing softly, cradling her jaw. Rick-o stalked over to her and crouched down, his hands draped across his knees and said softly to her, "You tell whoever your boss is, when your jaw gets healed, of course, that if she messes with the Chem. Brothers again, I'll kill her myself. Got it?" Rick-o turned away before he could see if the Sister answered.
"Alright then; Names, drag that bitch off our turf. Krove, Johnny, get some fucking paint, and paint over their shit. GO!" A little turf war would be a good test of the Chem. Brothers.